Chapter 2

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"Rosie, are you ok?" Hermione knocked on her daughter's door and peeked inside. Rose was seated at her desk with her book open, looking toward the window. "Rosie?" Rose turned to her mom looking completely flustered. "Oh, sorry Mum. I didn't hear you knock. Yes, I'm fine. I was just studying."

"Okay, well you know if there is something on your mind and you need to talk, I'm here."

"Of course, and if I need to talk I will." That's when Hermione saw the owl headed for the window.

"Rose, is that for you?" She pointed toward the window.

"Um, yes. I was expecting an owl today from a friend."

"I don't recognize the owl, it's not Marjorie's. Who's it from, Rose?"

"Scorpius." Rose seemed almost embarrassed by this admittance. "It's just a letter, mum. Nothing major, just a letter I asked him to send."

"All right, dear. I guess I'll go back downstairs and leave you to read your letter. Just come down for lunch, okay?"

Rose nodded and Hermione closed the door. She didn't make it two steps and Ron was in front of her. "Who is the owl from? Why is Rosie getting an owl from someone we don't know?"

It was endearing to see her husband so protective of their daughter. Hermione always thought he'd make a great dad and it was times like these she knew she'd been right.

"Ron, let's go downstairs." She grabbed his hand and walked him down the stairs. They sat at the kitchen table where Harry was already seated.

"It's from Scorpius." Hermione prepared herself for the barrage of questions, the lecture on Malfoys and their many evil deeds, and the protective father's right to worry about his daughter tirade. None of this happened, however, as Ron sat unable to speak. He looked as though he might hit something.

"Scorpius Malfoy is writing to Rose?" Ron finally asked.

"It might be to apologize, Ron. We saw for ourselves at King's Cross that Rose was angry with him for some reason." Harry knew this wasn't what Ron was thinking.

"Harry, I saw the look in his eyes. I think he's writing to her for other reasons. He likes her. Hermione and I used to fight like that too, but most of the time it was just tension. Right, Hermione?"

"Now Ron, just because we fought for those reasons, it doesn't mean Rose and Scorpius fight for those reasons. Furthermore, you don't know for sure that he likes her as more than a friend."

"Plus, you're not the best judge on that sort of thing mate. I mean, you thought I fancied Hermione! Or was it the other way around?" Harry smirked.

"What?" Hermione almost spit out her tea. When did Ron think Harry fancied her?

"Never mind about that, and by the way thanks, Harry. I thought we said we'd keep that between us. Now I'm going to have to explain it to her."

"Sorry, Ron, but you needed to be reminded you've been wrong before. Oh, and you thought Hermione fancied Krum, remember?"

"Don't you have a wife to go home to?"

Harry laughed, patted Ron on the shoulder and walked toward the door. "Fine. We'll be back for dinner, though. Ginny said it was your turn to feed us. See ya!" He walked out the door and ran out onto the grass, picking up his youngest and throwing her in the air.

"What are we going to do about this Scorpius situation?"

"Nothing, because it's not a situation. Besides, if there comes a day that Rose comes to us and says she's fallen madly in love with Scorpius, we'll support her, love her, and accept it." Hermione gave Ron a look that meant he wasn't to question any further.